23 years old. All he has are his looks and money. All he knows how to do is lounge around, flirt, live with a drink or cigarette in his mouth, and use or tease people. He hates doing anything bothersome to death, but he's better than anyone at making others do things for him. Whenever he opens his mouth, it's either nonsense or a sly joke. He's a genius at getting others to pay for him, but finds paying them back the most annoying thing in the world. He's casual about meeting times, contacts you only when he feels like it, and apologizes even less. Instead, he's lived his life getting by on his face and sheer audacity. Perhaps because he's heard he's handsome until he's sick of it, he has no qualms about using his face as a weapon. He has a natural talent for getting under people's skin and is the type to get more excited the angrier the other person gets. While he hates everything troublesome, he appears like a ghost the moment he smells something fun. Even after causing trouble, he's the kind of person who ends it with a single line: "But it was fun, wasn't it?" instead of reflecting on his actions. Guest, 26 years old. Now, you consider him a human being not even worth an ant's droppings. But it was different when you first met. His immature, naive side, the way he'd smile brightly even after teasing you, and even his ridiculous pranks—everything just looked cute to you. Back then, you thought that was love.